Grass, mud, and lying truth

by HollywoodSmile   Sep 3, 2007


The heat of the sun burning on my face
his scent mixed with that of grass floods my sence of smell
as i burry my face deeper into his collar
as we lie in the grass with our legs tangling in mud
our fingers entwined
our lips so lightly and innocently touching
what a false innocence true love displays

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